Not The Same Anymore

not the same anymore

summary: moving to the other side of the island wasn't your choice. hopefully it won't be the down fall of you and your life long best friend.

pairing: jj maybank/kook!reader, alluded to rafe cameron/kook!reader

inspired by: not the same anymore by the strokes (mainly just title inspiration)

word count: 7.1k

a/n: i know it’s been forever since i wrote on this blog and i have wanted to write something for obx ever since first watching the show. and with the trailer yesterday and season two premiering in a little over two weeks and my writing muse trickling back slowly.. i wrote this!

enjoy <3

It was movie night at the chateau— John B, Pope Kiara and JJ were all waiting on you when you got there. Running late because you had lost track of time with Sarah and Wheezie in town.

The thought of just messaging on the group chat and telling them you weren’t going to be able to make it crossed your mind when you realized just how late you actually were gonna be.. But John B. had texted just as you were unlocking your phone to tell you Kie had insisted on waiting for you to get there to even pop the popcorn. Making you immediately feel guilty for even thinking about canceling in the first place.

That was twenty minutes ago. Now you had just parked your car in front of the chateau, next to Kie’s green Xterra.

Stepping foot into the house, all eyes instantly fell on you. Sighing as you made eye contact with Kie, smiling at her tiredly.

“Well! Look what the kooks threw back.” JJ spoke with a hint of venom in his words, causing you to look over at him. His eyes wide with a sarcastic smile on his face.

“Dude.” John B and Pope spoke at the same time as Kie shot him a glare. This wasn’t the first time lately that JJ had gotten an attitude with you. But with you literally just having stepped foot in the door, to say you were surprised would be an understatement.

“Excuse me?” You shake your head as you look between the four of them. Surely he’s joking..

“You’re only here when they don’t want you around, you never come around except for when you're not with them.” You stood there frozen in your spot as you listened to him. Definitely not joking. “Hell just last week you canceled on Kie and me! The week before that you ghosted all of us and then that night we saw you in town with Topper and Rafe Cameron.”

“It was dinner at the country club. Mom’s a new committee member— I couldn’t miss it J.” You stared back at him, standing your ground. “I already apologized.” Sitting your bag down on the couch next to Pope.

“Yeah well I never accepted it.” JJ shook his head and you snapped your gaze back over to him.

“Sounds like a you problem.” You laughed, hoping he was just drop it like usual. But he scoffed instead.

“You are my problem.” JJ folded his arms over his chest as he spoke. The obvious frustration with your presence is ever evident on his face.

“JJ!” Kie scolded and he shrugged. You stood there, the bubble in your throat moving up, making it feel as if it were choking you, blinking at him.

“You really want to do this right here? Can we go outside and talk, JJ?”

“Oh so you really are a kook now, is that how they initiate new members? By having them beat up a pogue?” He laughed bitterly. Pope, JB and Kiara’s eyes all went wide. “I just don’t understand why the fuck you would want to be friends with assholes like that, y/n. You see how they treat people like us!”

“I didn’t want to be at first J! But they’re actually decent people, you just got to get to know them.” You shrugged.

All along you had known this conversation with him wouldn’t go over easily. But it had to happen. All you wanted were your friends to get along. And maybe even not try to kill each other everytime they see one another.

Just never pictured that the conversation would be had in the middle of John B’s living room surrounded by the rest of the pogues.

“Yeah? Well I don’t want to get to know people like that! Okay? And you shouldn’t either!” Well this is going great.

“I didn’t have a choice JJ! I was practically thrown into the ocean and told to sink or swim.”

“Well you went straight from swimming with the sharks to being one of them.”

With that Kie, John B and Pope all stood slowly and silently exited the house. Leaving you standing in the middle of the living room and JJ still sitting on the couch. The two of you are practically having a standoff.

“You think this transition has been easy for me? I went from living five minutes down the road from my best friends my entire life to living on the opposite side of the island!”

“Yeah well maybe you should stay on your side now.” JJ nodded and your heart felt as if it had sunk like a rock down to sit in the pit of your stomach.

“You don’t mean that J.” Your eyes burnt as you blinked away tears, “You’re my best friend.”

“I’m not the one who up and left.”

“I didn't have a choice!” You yelled back as you looked over at him. “You’re acting like I moved across the country, J.”

“You might as well have.” He shook his head slowly

The ridiculousness of this argument finally getting the better of you as you look over at him.

“What makes it so different for me, then? Can you tell me that? What makes my situation so different than Kiara’s?” You shrugged your shoulders as you spoke, almost sheepishly.

“Kie never abandoned us.”

“Neither have I!” You throw your hands up at your sides in defense.

“And yet here you are defending the kooks! Sounds to me that your choice is made.” JJ stood up at that. His anger had finally gotten the best of him.

“It was made for me!” Your fist balled up at your sides as you tried to stand your ground.

“Oh bullshit!” You shake your head. Standing there looking at him for a minute. At this point he isn’t even looking at you— he was just staring at the floor with his arms crossed. And that almost pisses you off more, “What makes Kie so different? Why does Kie get a ‘Pogue Pass’ in your brain and I don’t? You know, you could just say that you have a thing for her and that you hate me and it would make all this so much easier for all of us.”

“I don’t have a thing for Kiara.” JJ’s voice is small when he speaks, completely ignoring the second half of your statement.

You shook your head as you walked back over to the couch, “Fuck this.” Rolling your eyes as you moved to grab your bag and leave. You looked back at him over your shoulder to see him sitting there, still staring at the floor in front of him. Shaking your head as you walked out the front door. Immediately met with the concerned look of Kiara while John B and Pope both tried to look as if they didn’t just hear everything that was said between the two of you.

Walking out and blowing past the three on the porch, almost making it to the steps before a gentle hand stopped you by grabbing your wrist.

“He doesn’t mean it.” Kiara spoke softly as she tried to help defuse the situation.

“He’s just upset you missed last weekend. He’ll get over it. He always does.” John B spoke up from behind Kie.

Of course this wasn’t the first fight you two had ever gotten into. Especially since you had moved over to figure eight.

But this was the first time he had ever told you to go back and stay there.

“I’m sorry I’ve been a shit friend the past few months.” You spoke to the three of them collectively as you glanced between them. Sniffling as Kiara rubbed soothing circles on the inside of your wrist.

“You haven’t been a shit friend. You’re just trying to navigate being here and being there at the same time. I know.” You could feel the tears coming as you looked into Kiara’s eyes as she spoke, causing you to look away quickly. Over to the water in front of the chateau.

“I should go.” You nodded. Kiara slowly let go of your wrist and you looked back over the three of them one last time before turning and walking down the steps over to your car.

You made it a few miles down the road before you could no longer hold the tears in.

✶ ✶ ✶

You’d spent the last week hulled up in your house. Perfectly content with sulking in your room until summer was over and school was back, then you’d have no choice but to face everything. But now? The comfort of your own bed and the depression pit as Kie had so enthusiastically named it when she facetimed you over the weekend was all too welcoming.

That was until Rafe, Topper and Kelce showed up to your house around ten thirty this morning and practically dragged you out of it.

They were insistent on knowing why you suddenly were avoiding everyone's phone calls and texts. Apparently the straw that broke the camel's back was when Rafe overheard Sarah talking to John B. about how she hadn’t heard from you in almost a week. It was normal for you not to respond to Rafe’s annoyances as you liked to refer to them. But not talking to Sarah was actually concerning because, besides Kiara, Sarah was your best friend.

So when he picked you up from your house this morning he practically demanded answers. Which you were reluctant to give, understandably so. But after your mood had somewhat improved thanks to being at the beach, you unloaded just some of what you’d been holding in the past week.

“I can’t believe Maybank just blew up on you like that...” Topper shook his head from the opposite side of the blanket you had half hazardous thrown across the sand. Rafe scoffed from where he stood a few feet away, throwing a football back to Kelce.

A few days had passed since the failed movie night at the chateau and you had yet to hear from JJ. Which is unusual given the fact that the day after you two fight he’s always calling. Giving some lame excuse like ‘Oh I was just checking to see if you made it home.’. In all actuality he couldn’t stand not talking to you for that long.

But this time? Radio silence. Even the group chat was dead. Or maybe they removed you from it? Who knows.

Kie and John B had text you before you even made it home that night and Pope the next morning. Apologizing for what JJ said. He wasn’t completely wrong though. You have been a shit friend to the pogues lately. You knew that. They knew that.

But that’s just how friends are. Sometimes they’re shitty.

“I saw it coming from a mile away.. He's nothing but a no-good pogue.” It sounded as if venom dripped from his words as Rafe spoke. Causing you to shield your eyes from the sun as you looked up at him, eyes narrowed.

“I am a no-good pogue, Rafe.”

“No you’re not. You’re nothing like them. Pogue isn’t just a way of life, it’s who you are. You babe are not a pogue. You’re too much like us.” A cocky smile made its way into his face as he threw the ball back to Kelce. You looked over to Topper, who simply shook his head and you sighed.

“Just because I’m too much like you guys doesn’t mean anything.”

“Means you’re a kook.” Kelce said as he walked closer, still throwing the football back and forth with Rafe.

“Yep. Full kook.” Rafe nodded.

“What about Sarah? She’s the kookiest of kooks.. The kook princess, even!” You counter and Rafe just shrugged his shoulders.

“And yet she hangs out with trash.” Rafe said over his shoulder

“Rafe.” Topper and you said simultaneously.

“Sarah’s your sister.” Rafe mumbled something about how great a sister she was before you could continue, causing you to roll your eyes. “This Pogue versus Kook thing is the fucking dumbest thing to ever exist and I hate the classist asshole who came up with it.”

“What’s the difference between you and Sarah anyhow? I mean.. She gets to ride the fence on this whole thing, why can’t you?” Kelce asked as he finally walked over to where Topper and you were sitting. You furrowed your eyebrows at that.

“Easy! She’s fucking John B.” Rafe said as he sat down next to you. Your eyes grew wide as you looked over at him.

“That’s your sister you dipshit.” You rolled your eyes as you looked up at Rafe.

“And my ex.” Topper reminded everyone. For the third time this week.

“We know Topper.” The three of you said simultaneously. Causing Topper to sigh in defeat.

You looked out to the ocean in front of you as silence fell over the beach. You got lost in thought, of course you had thought about that before.

What was the difference between you and Sarah Cameron? Easy. She was Sarah Cameron.

“Maybe Maybank has a thing for you?” Topper looked over to you with raised eyebrows and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“JJ? Have a thing for me? Yeah! No. Not possible.” You shook your head, the idea already dismissed. Rafe hummed to himself.

“You may be on to something Top..”

“No he’s not on to anything! And I know he’s not because I tried that already. Last summer. He acted like he was repulsed by just the idea of me. Of course his excuse was ‘No Pogue on Pogue macking’ but that’s always been bullshit.” The three boys sat there in silence with you for a minute before Rafe spoke,

“Maybank turned you down?” You simply hummed in response. You could almost see the irritation rise in him. “What a piece of shit.”

“Yeah well. I kinda asked for it.” You shrugged your shoulders as you moved to draw circles in the sand beside you.

The only sounds that could be heard were the crashing waves and some birds chirping far off. Topper's phone buzzed in the pocket of his shorts causing him to jump slightly before pulling it out and looking at it before sighing.

“Are you still heading back into town, Kelce?”

“Yeah, why?” Kelce furrowed his brow as he looked over at Topper on the other side of you.

“Mom wants me at the country club. Figured you could drop me off there on your way in.” Kelce just nodded in response before standing up.

“You two coming tonight?” Kelce asked as he looked down at You and Rafe.

“Where?”

“There’s a kegger at the boneyard… No one told you about it?” Kelce clarifies and you shake your head.

“Probably because of JJ’s ass.” Rafe scoffed and you just tried to ignore him.

“Don’t let that asshole get you down.” Topper told you as he stood and you nodded. Too late for that.

“See you guys later.” Kelce saluted and you nodded towards him. Rafe waved them off.

Sighing as you watched them disappear up the beach towards Kelce's truck. Turning towards the ocean and laying back on the blanket. Staring up at the clouds, you almost felt at peace. But then your mind asked it’s favorite question; I wonder what JJ is doing right now?

You groaned, throwing your arm over your eyes. Growing more aggravated by the minute.

“You want to go to the kegger with us tonight?” Rafe asked suddenly, causing you to lift your arm from over your face and look at him.

“Huh?”

“C'mon. Dress all cute and hangout with me? Piss Maybank off some more?” You could literally feel his eyes on you at this point and you were in half a mind to tell him to fuck all the way off.

“You’d just love that wouldn’t you?” You narrowed your eyes at him and he chuckled before standing up, dusting the sand off himself.

“Seven thirty! Be there.” He pointed back over at you as he walked away and you shook your head.

“In your dreams, Cameron!”

As much as you hated to admit it— You’d be lying if you said you weren’t the slightest bit interested in going to the kegger tonight. Even if it was with Rafe Cameron.

✶ ✶ ✶

“You have to come to the kegger tonight!” Kiara pleaded over the phone and you shook your head.

“I really don’t actually.”

“Come on! We miss you!” Sarah yelled from a distance into the other end of the phone and you sighed.

“I miss you guys too! But, per request, I’m staying on my side of the island.”

“He didn’t mean that.” Kiara sighed and you shook your head.

“Yeah well he still said it.” The line was silent for a minute after you spoke. Kie sighed,

“Well, I’d like it if you showed up.” She sounded defeated. And that stung— Kie was usually the voice of reason. And this instance was no different, her words sat in your chest. Heavy.

Why did all of your friends have to suffer just because JJ Maybank decided to be a dick to you?

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The last thing you wanted to do was dress to impress Rafe Cameron or JJ Maybank. But still here you were, pulling up beside Rafe, making eye contact with him through the windshield. Standing at Kelces truck with Topper and Kelce. His ever cocky smirk already plastered on his face as he wriggled his eyebrows at you.

Holding back a smile you shake your head. Opening your door, immediately met with a loud wolf whistle as you stepped out of the car. Your outfit was nothing special by any means— Jean shorts paired with a cropped light pink satin cami and some canvas sneakers.

But you could tell that by the look in Rafes eyes, he was going to let everyone know just who he thinks you’re there for.

“Don’t be too excited! I’m not here for you.” You look up at him as you shut the car door behind you,

“Maybe not! But you’re here with me, babes.” He smiled wickedly down at you and you shook your head as he instantly pulled you in for a hug. Taking you by surprise because Rafe Cameron was certainly not one for public displays of affection. Red flag maybe?

“What’s gotten into you?” You chuckle as you wrap your arms around him for a second before you let go, moving back to look him in the eye.

“Just happy to see you, is all.” Okay yeah definitely a red flag.

You stand there looking back at him for a minute before scoffing, “Okay, weird.” You shake your head as you look over at Topper. His eyes already transfixed on a certain blonde down the beach. Walking over to him, patting him on the shoulder lightly. “Time for you to move on buddy.” You sigh and he looks over at you as the four of you make your way down the beach.

“You made it!” Kiara smiled brightly as she walked over to you and immediately pulled you into a hug and you practically melted into her. “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too.” You sigh. She squeezes you gently one last time before pulling away and you smile tiredly. Kie smile falters slightly as she looks behind you and you already know what she’s fixing to say, “They said they were coming before you even called and invited me. And I know that with all that’s going on JJ won’t be happy to see me with them but—” You went to go on but she stopped you. Knowing exactly what you were going to say next.

“You don’t need to explain yourself to me, y/n.” She shook her head. An understanding look in her eyes.

“Long time no see Kie.” Rafe smiled over at her as he walked up behind you,

“Could’ve gone longer.. But as long as y/n’s happy you're here, so am I.” She smiles forcefully and Rafe nods. “Drinks?” Kie raises her eyebrows as she looks back and forth between Rafe and you. You nod,

“Please.” You smile thankfully at her as you move from Rafes' side to walk beside Kiara. Rafe following closely behind you.

You’d be lying if you said that his sudden alpha male need to protect didn’t piss you off. Does he not think you can’t handle yourself? Or is he just peacocking around for JJ to see? Almost all of your bets are on the latter.

John B. is doing his normal bone yard duties of manning the keg when your eyes land on him, he’s talking to a touron with Sarah. As if he feels your eyes on him, he turns, immediately making eye contact with you. A smile breaks out on his face as you close the small distance between yourself and the keg and he doesn’t even speak to you before opening his arms for a hug.

“It’s good to see you.” He mumbles into you hair and you laugh as you two pull away.

“You too.” You smile as you look from him to Sarah, her eyes lighting up when you make eye contact with her “And you.” You and Sarah share a giggle as you move to hug her.

She holds you at arms length and looks over your outfit. “That top looks amazing on you, if I do say so myself.” She laughs as she hugs you briefly.

“Why thank you.” You bow your head and she laughs again. The look on her face changes as she sees who’s behind you.

“Why are you here?” Sarah says to Rafe as he walks up to stand behind you.

“Just being a good friend.” Yep. Definitely peacocking.

“He was coming whether I did or not. I didn’t really have a say in the matter.” You clarify. Sarah glances back at you with an understanding look.

“We’re all gonna play nice. Right, children?” Everyone nods and Kiara sends you a wink as she moves to fill a cup for you.

“I have a feeling we aren’t the one you’ve got to worry about.” John B. mumbles as he looks over to see Pope and JJ. If looks could kill—

Of course JJ’s eyes found you the second you walked on to the beach tonight. That’s how it always was, he could be in a sea of people and he would see you instantly. It’s like the easiest game of “Where Waldo” ever. He was drawn to you. Always has been. He couldn’t help the hopeful feeling in his chest when he first saw you walking down the beach toward Kie. But that feeling was very quickly replaced with one of jealousy when he saw just who you were making your way to the beach with.

“In coming.” Sarah mumbled as she brought the cup she’d only been holding for a few minutes up to her lips. Rafes hand ghosted over the small of your back as JJ approached the small group gathered around the keg.

“The hell are you doing here?” JJ spoke to Rafe but the way he said it felt like a finely tuned jab at you.

“Just enjoying the party, Maybank. And yourself?” Rafe smiled slyly at him and you elbowed him in the ribs.

“Was enjoying it just fine until you showed up.” JJ spoke. Not once taking his eyes off of Rafe. It stung a little. But it was to be expected.

“Okay we are not having a dick measuring contest right now.” Kiara piped in and you were thankful for it. Cause for a second JJ wasn’t not looking at you. “Can we just be… People on a beach having a drink and enjoying the sunset for one night? Not in a class war?”

“Can we just be happy on our side of the island and not have to worry about a kook coming around a fucking up everything?” JJ asked, looking back to Rafe. Anger evident in his eyes.

“Hey, take it easy J.” John B stepped in, putting a hand on JJ’s shoulder.

“I’ll leave.” You spoke quietly as you nodded your head, handing the cup she had just a handed you back to Kiara as you spoke.

“What?” Pope, John B and Kie all asked at the same time.

“Best solution for a fight is to take out the common denominator, right?” You looked over at the Pope, “Remove the problem. Fight’s over.” You nodded slowly. “It was nice to see you guys.” You smiled sadly at Kiara, John B., Sarah and Pope as you turned and walked away from the little huddle that had formed around the keg.

Before you could get too far away Pope grabbed your hand and pulled you in for a hug. Releasing you, a look on his face that said, he’s stupid we still love you. You nodded in response before turning and walking away.

Rafe and JJ were in a silent standoff. The two of them want nothing more than to pummel the others face in. Rafe, for once, was the level headed one. Remembering how you just wanted your two friend groups to get along.

Shaking his head. He turned and jogged up the beach trying to catch up to you.

“Hold on just a minute.” Rafe caught up to you as opened your car door holding it shut.

“Just let me go, Rafe.” Your eyes burned as you looked over at him.

“I’m not gonna do what every single one of your friends just did. Those good for nothing P-”

“Would you just stop with the Pogue bullshit? I’m sick and fucking tired of feeling pulled between you guys.” Your fist balled at your sides. Rafes eyes widened in surprise or outburst.

“I’m not trying to pull you anywhere.”

“No?” You shake your head slowly before turning to see Kiara, Sarah, John B. Pope and JJ watching you and Rafe from the beach. Turning back to Rafe. He’s been caught. “Then what would it look like for me to leave with you while they’re watching?” You raise one of your eyebrows. Choosing not to wait for a response. “I’m leaving.” Before you could even open the door fully it was slammed back shut by Rafe.

“Would you just hold on a second?” He mumbled and you furrowed your eyebrows.

“Why? So you can down my friends more? No, Rafe I’m tired of this. All of all of it. The Pogue versus Kook bullshit is just- It’s fucking bullshit! And I can say that because I’ve been on both sides of it. It’s bullshit. This whole argument is bullshit. And I’m leaving.” You moved to open the car door again and he stopped you by grabbing your wrist. Your eyes grew wide as you looked up at him.

“I’m trying to show you who they really are,” The look on his face was… Distant. It was a look that you hadn’t seen since becoming friends with the boy. At which point do you stop accepting red flags and start waving a white one?

“I know who they are! I've been friends with them my entire life. But you only had an interest in me when I moved from the cut.” The corners of his lips turned up in annoyance as you looked from his eyes down to your wrist, his hand still wrapped tightly around it. “Now, let go of me. I’m leaving, Rafe.” You tried to tug your arm free but he just tightened his grip. Growing more frustrated with you by the second.

“I’m trying to help you.” His voice was quiet as he spoke.

“Let me go.” The panic settling into your chest made it feel like you were suffocating and you froze.

“Why won’t you let me help you?” His face twists as if he’s the one in pain and you shake your head.

“You’re hurting me.” You speak quietly so maybe the two of you don’t draw any more attention than you already have, but his grip just keeps tightening and you start to panic “Let go of me!” You go to pull hard but before either of you could say anything else JJ is on Rafe. You hear the cracking sound JJ’s fist makes against Rafes cheek and you brace for an impact that never comes to you.

“Don’t fucking touch her!” JJ’s voice is loud and he is pissed. John B. had tried to stop him but as soon as Rafe grabbed your hand and he saw how you looked scared the whole beach knew there was no holding him back.

Kiara and Sarah pulled you out of the way while John B. and Pope went in to get JJ and Topper and Kelce moved to pull at Rafe.

After a minute of them struggling to get a grip on either boy, Pope finally got a good enough hold on JJ to put a few inches of space between the two.

“Hey! Woah! Easy J.” John B. Spoke as he stepped between the two of them, putting his hands on JJ’s shoulders and guiding him backwards.

Top sends you an apologetic look while shaking his head, “He pregamed before we got here. Must have just kicked in.” Sarah’s eyes grew wide from beside you as she wrapped her arm around your back.

“You fucking think?” Her voice boomed across the beach. Annoyance and a little bit of embarrassment laced in her tone. “Just.. Take him home Topper.” she sighed and Topper simply nodded. Listening to her without a second thought. Kelce and Toper moved to guide Rafe towards Kelce's truck and your attention turned to JJ.

His lip was busted, he had a cut above his eyebrow and his hands were busted and bloodied.. But that was nothing compared to Rafe, who had definitely caught the worst of the bout. Which, in a weird way, made you kind of proud.

John B. Moved to stand in front of you all. Overlooking the beach and the audience that had accumulated there.

“You don’t have to go home. But you’ve gotta get the hell out of here. Party’s over.” And somewhere someone announced that their parents were out of town so the party slowly trickled down to move to a house down the beach.

The six of you stood there silently for a minute, watching the small crowd dissipate slowly, before Kie turned to John B. silently asking if it was actually time to load up and he nodded slowly.

JJ still wouldn’t look at you. Causing you to sigh.

Pope shot you a knowing look. Nodding from you to JJ and you tried to silently protest it but he just turned and moved to help with cleaning up. You looked over at JJ, he was seemingly very interested in the ground right now.

“Let’s go get you cleaned up, Million Dollar Baby.” You turned to get in your car.

“Where?” He asked before even moving from his spot and you turned to look at him.

“The chateau? So we can stick to the `you stay on your side and I stay on mine’ rule.” You shrugged and he furrowed his eyebrows slightly

“You’d still be on my side.”

“It’s the thought that counts? Just get in the car, JJ. Please?” You ask him nicely. As nicely as you can while holding back tears anyway.

He must have noticed that the past half hour had taken a worse blow on you than you let on to everyone else, because without a word he turned and started towards your car. As you opened your door you yelled over your shoulder that you two were going to the chateau, not waiting for anyone to respond before closing the door and cranking the car.

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The ride to the chateau was quiet. JJ didn’t even mess with the radio like he usually did. The whole ride there you wanted to say something, anything. But the minute you tried to open your mouth all words left you and you just sat there looking like a fish out of water.

When you pulled the car in park and shut off the car, but you and JJ sat there in silence as the cool air from the a/c dissipated and was quickly replaced by the muggy warmth that was North Carolina in mid summer.

Sighing, you opened your door and got out, not bothering to even look to see if he was following behind you. You made your way up the familiar front steps of the chateau, through the front door and into the bathroom. Pulling the first aid kit Kie had put under the sink two summers ago out and sitting it on the counter beside the sink. Opening it and turning to see JJ standing at the door of the bathroom. Wordlessly you shut the toilet seat lid and motioned for him to sit down on it. The routine is an all too familiar one for the both of you.

He moped passed you and sat down as you grabbed a washcloth and wet it before turning to him, dabbing it on the cut on his lip and he jerked back.

“It’s literally only water.” You showed him the cloth in your hand before going back to cleaning up his face. His gaze still on the tiled floor.

You worked silently as you cleaned up his face. Turning back to rinse the washcloth, leaving it a little more dam than last time, then turning and crouching down in front of him. Grabbing one of his hands. You felt his gaze shift from the floor to your face as you cleaned up the cuts on his hands, but you chose to ignore it.

The whole clean up process went by without so much as a sound from either of you. This silence was more welcome than fighting though, so you were more than okay with it.

Once you were done cleaning, you stood up, threw the washcloth in the laundry basket beside the shower and moved over to the first aid kit. Time to disinfect.

“Are you macking on Rafe?” JJ spoke suddenly and your eyes grew wide, and You know he saw your shocked expression because you made eye contact with him in the bathroom mirror.

“What?” was all you could muster as you turned around a bottle of rubbing alcohol in one hand and round cotton pads in the other. “No.. God no. That’s- That’s honestly disappointing you think I would go with him.” You laugh half heartedly as you hand him the cotton rounds for him to hold as you dabbed some alcohol on one, wetting it and then dabbing it on his eyebrow. Causing him to take harsh breath in. You mumbled an apology under your breath before continuing working for a minute in silence before your curiosity gets the better of you.

“Why would you think that, JJ?” He sighs as you turn around to throw away the first round and grab a second, repeating the process again, this time on his bottom lip.

“The two of you’ve been hanging out a lot.” He mumbles and you shake your head slowly.

“Not really.” You look from his lips to his eyes as you speak and he silently urges you to continue. “When you saw us together two weeks ago, we had been at the country club. Mom had wanted a specific type of cheese for the charcuterie boards and Heyward got it in earlier that day but didn’t have time to deliver it before the garden party. So me and Top had offered to go get it for her. But when Rafe heard we were leaving to go get it, he also volunteered so we all three went there and back.. The whole trip took us like thirty minutes. And today they were just trying to be good friends, or at least Topper and Kelce were. Rafe- He’s… No. I- Nope. That’s just gross. Sorry.” You laughed tiredly as you thought of just the idea of you and Rafe Cameron together.

JJ sat there quietly as you finished up. Content as you stood back and looked over him.

“I don’t have a thing for Kie, you know.” Your movements still as you stood there, not quite knowing what to say. “Not anymore anyways.. Not for a long time.”

“Pretty sure we all had a thing for Kie at some point.” You reasoned with more of yourself than him and he nodded. “What makes you say that?” You asked him as you turned your head as closing the first aid kit and sitting it back underneath the sink.

“During our fight last week. You told me ‘If you have a thing for Kie and hate me you should just admit it and make it easier for all of us.’. I just wanted to let you know you were wrong.” He never took his eyes off of you as he spoke. “About the Kie thing and about me hating you. As much as you piss me off sometimes.. I could never hate you.” A small smile was tugging at the corner of your lips as you stood in front of the sink facing him.

“As a matter of fact— Fuck I’m not good at this.” He chuckled anxiously as he stood up, taking his attention of his hands in his lap and looking up to lock eyes with you. “Y/n. I don’t hate you. I most certainly do not have a thing for Kiara. Not anymore.”

“We’ve established that much.” You nod and he smiles at you. Honest to god, smiles. You could almost cry at the sight. You can’t hold back the small giggle that sat at the back of your throat.

“I have a thing for you. Hell- I don’t just have a thing for you, y/n. I love you. I’m in love with you.” His eyes gloss over as he says it out loud for the first time and you feel like all the wind has been knocked out of you. He moves to stand directly in front of you. “And I have been for a while. I've just been a pussy about it. This.. This love thing scares the absolute shit out of me. Always has. But two weeks ago when I saw you with Rafe I just got so angry I couldn’t see straight. And When you showed up late to movie night I thought you had been with him and it just, it sent me over the edge. And I shouldn’t have let it. But the past week of you not being around- Not talking to you. It made me realize that the one thing I’m more terrified of than this whole love thing… Is losing you.”

By the time he stops talking your throat burns from holding the tears back. You move to put a hand over your heart as you just stare back at him.

“J.” A small smile spreads across your face and you laugh. “I love you too.” You nod slowly and that was all he needed to hear before he closes the small gap between the two of you and wraps you in a hug you’ve wanted for weeks. “I’m in love with you.” You nod into his chest.

“I’m so sorry I've been a dick to you.” He mumbles against your hair and you shake your head.

“I kinda deserved it, I was hanging out with the enemy.” You shrug and he laughs causing you to smile. As he pulls back he brings his hands up to brush a stray hair out of your face before cupping your face in his hands, his thumb gently brushing against your cheek. As his eyes drift your lips and back up to your eyes,

“Can I kiss you?” He patiently waits for you to respond, a look in his eye unlike any you’ve ever seen from him. You nod, a laugh escaping your lips before you can stop it.

“Please.” You just keep nodding as a bright smile breaks out onto JJ’s face and he leaned into and captured your lips in his.

Up until this moment, every time you were watching a movie or show or reading a book where the two lean protagonists kissed you always rolled your eyes at how they described it. Whether it be fireworks. Or floating. Or being encapsulated by the sun. Or just simply being breathless.

Those once empty descriptions, you now seemed to feel all of it all at once.

JJ leaned down, deepening the kiss, as you brought your hands up and wrapped them around his neck, fingers carded through his hair. Wanting nothing more than to just be close to him. Logic told you to pull away but, as cheesy as it sounds, truly you wanted nothing more than to drown in the sea that is JJ Maybank for eternity.

But the all too familiar sound of the twinkie pulling up outside caught both of your attentions as the two of you pulled away.

He rested his forehead on yours. His eyes stay closed for a moment after you open yours, almost as if he's afraid to open them thinking you’ll disappear. You let your eyes wander his face. From his dark blonde eyelashes to the cut on his lip. He had to be the prettiest person you’d ever seen. You smiled brightly as he opened his eyes, meeting yours instantly..

“You have no idea just how long I’ve been dying to do that.” He exhales slowly as he brings his hands down from your face and moves to rest them on your hips.

“I think I might actually.” You raise your eyebrows and he mimics your face.

“Oh is that so?” He asks sarcastically as he pulls your body flush with his and you laugh.

“Yeah I do.” You nod and he smiles brightly.

Before either of you could say anything else a loud knock sounded from the living room.

“Permission to enter?” John B.’s voice booms through the house and you shake your head, resting it on JJ’s chest.

“Request denied! Fuck off!” JJ yells back, not at all serious, and you swat him on the arm before standing up straight.

“Permission granted!” You yell over your shoulder as you throw a glance at the doorway. Making sure the coast was clear before leaning up to press a quick kiss on the side of JJ’s lips that’s not busted. “To be continued.” You whisper to him before winking and walking out of the bathroom with a bounce in your step.

JJ stands there, watching you walk away for a minute with a small but bright smile on his face.

“Oh you bet your beautiful ass to be continued.”

𝐍𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐘 𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒

Request: Can you do an imagine where y/n sends Harry a naughty very obvious full frontal nude photo while Ethan is using Harry’s phone during a sidemen video shoot because his has no service. (Maybe the most recent sidemen Sunday video about needing a phone with service to look at map).

Pairing: W2S x reader

Warnings: NUDITY! alcohol/wine, mentions of a boner

Word count: 953 words

A/N: I know you probably wanted the map, but Ethan was driving in the video and I could've swapped it around but whatever- hope you still like it! <33

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HARRY'S POV

Ethan and I were stuck at Halford's car park with a clamp on our wheel. Ethan was trying to call the other guys to get the key but he had no service.

I, on the other hand, am having a great time painting our car. I was just drawing a '69' on the side, because why not?

Classic.

"Bog, will you give me your phone? Mine for some reason isn't giving me any service," Ethan asks, frustrated. I chuckle and unlock it for him, handing the phone.

"Don't do anything dumb," I say, turning back to the car. I heard Ethan mumble and run a hand through my hair, deciding to put a few stickers on. I heard the phone ringing for a few moments but no one picked up.

"God's sake," he mumbles. "We are so getting them back for this?"

"Does my phone have service?" I ask, whilst getting a few stickers.

"Yeah—" he pauses as we both hear a ping from my phone. "Oh, Y/N texted."

"What did she say?" I reply, sticking an England sticker to the side of the car.

"I'll check, can you pass me some water?" I chuck him a bottle of water and he opens it, checking what Y/N said. As Ethan was drinking his water, he suddenly choked on it, nearly dropping my phone.

"Oi! What you doing?" I shout, taking my phone off him.

"Well, I just didn't know Y/N sent that kinda stuff," he splutters, bending down. I narrow my eyes and unlock my phone again, seeing what Y/N sent.

Oh my God.

Y/N sent a fucking nude, I thought, my eyes widening.

Her arm covered the lower bit of her tits, her hair brushed back. She was pouting in the camera, closing her eyes at the same time. She wasn't wearing any makeup, making this more natural; more beautiful. Her legs were spread straight on the bed, but I could still see her clit, seeing a little pre-cum. I held in my urge to groan as I felt a boner. The photo captioned: what ur missing out on xxxxx

I recognized the room to be Talia's bedroom, wondering why she took the picture there. Then I zoomed in on the pic and saw a glass of red wine sitting on the bedside table. I smirk to myself, then remember Ethan was with me.

I cough and refresh my phone, putting it back in my pocket. Ethan was looking at me with a raised eyebrow, trying to accuse me of something. "Just forget you saw the picture."

"I have a girlfriend mate. It was forgotten ages ago." I chuckle and shake my head, turning back to the car.

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MEANWHILE WITH Y/N...

You and the other girls were playing a game of truth or dare. Sure it was a teenager game, but who cares? It was 1 pm and you were all already drunk on wine.

"Okay, okay, Y/N. Truth or dare?" Faith slurs, sipping her drink. You bit your lip, knowing you picked truth too many times.

"Alright. Dare." Freya and Talia look at each other with mischief.

"Well," Faith giggles, "you have to send a picture of yourself to your boyfriend, Harry."

You furrow your eyebrows but shrug. "Shouldn't be too hard—"

"Not any kind of picture," she puts her finger in the air, "a naughty picture. A nude." You widen your eyes at this, gasping.

"B-but, I've never sent a nude!" The girls giggle.

"Come onnnn, Y/N. Harry's out there with a shitty car in the cold, wishing you were there to warm him up," Freya winks, picking her glass up again.

"You at least have to give him a pic, tell him what you up to," Talia smirks. "You can go to my room if you want."

You think about it for a minute. You haven't seen him for a few days and he's probably getting muddy now, wishing he wasn't there. Wishing he was with you.

Letting my tipsy imagination go wild now.

"Alright," you say, standing up. "Why not?" The girls' shriek as you grab your glass of wine and head into Talia's room, closing the door behind you.

You sit on the bed after setting your glass to the side and began to think. How are you going to take this? You start by taking off your onesie Talia leant to you, dropping it on the bed. You then take off your underwear, dropping it on the floor. You already had your bra off.

You sit on the bed, your back resting against the head border. You spread your legs straight and you grab your phone. You go on the camera and position your phone high in the air, showing most of your body. You decide to place your other arm on the lower part of your breasts to tease him. You blow a kiss to the camera and take the picture.

You go on iMessage and send the photo to Harry:

You what ur missing out on xxxxx attachment: 1 image

You smile to yourself, feeling triumphant and head back to the living room. Faith looks towards you and smirks. "Did you send it?" You nod and she asks for proof. You show them the picture and they gasp, their mouths wide open.

"Damn," Talia whispers, making Freya giggle.

"If I wasn't in a 10-year-old relationship, I would've dated you," Freya says, making you playfully roll your eyes.

"Well then, I think that's enough truth or dare today!" Faith exclaims, chugging all her wine.

"She's right, we need movies," Talia points out, standing up.

You were about to follow them when you get a message on your phone. You open it up and see that it was Harry who texted:

Harry you're dead tonight, love

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red carpet surprise || Tom Holland

Summary: You're just as famous as Tom attending a red carpet together in honour of one of Tom's films and an interviewer knows a little bit more about you than Tom does.

Rating: G

Warning: N/A

Dating a famous person was never something you were directly opposed to, but it wasn't something that was common for you. For the longest time in your career you stuck to mundane men with normal jobs, those who would stay in one place. At least, until 5 years ago.

Five years ago you were single for the first time in a little while and excited to meet new people. You wanted to step out of your comfort zone, to try something new so you went on vacation to Hawaii.

You new a few actors in Hawaii, and you thought, why not visit them! SO you visited Jacob Batalon at his home, not expecting to see your secret celebrity crush there. You met Tom, and while spending time with Jacob you intern had spent a decent amount of time with Tom as well.

You really didn't think that anything would come out of it, but just before you left the island Tom asked to see you more. And here you are five years later with the hottest man in Hollywood in on your hip and a finger on your finger.

Red carpets together was something rare, but something you cherished. Going out of the way to match your dress to his suit in a subtle way, and staying out of the way of the interviewers. This wasn't your movie after all. You were very lucky still to be able to stay with Tom the whole time, admiring him during interviews and signing a few sneaky autographs in his path.

The final interview before you would be ushered inside Tom was so excited. For so many things, and you yourself were happy to see this. But you were nervous, you had to tell Tom when you got home tonight.

Tom's hand stayed around your waist while he stood thorough the interview, you leaned your head on his shoulder listening to him ramble on about the show. Then you hear your name.

"We've just heard the news, congratulations. To you both I suppose," your eyes were wide, and you could feel Tom's grip on you tighten, confusion lacing his expression.

"Sorry, could you be a bit more specific? I mean, it's a night of congratulations after all..." the interviewer believed this, and apologized for assuming you would know. And then they continued.

"We just got news, that you two are expecting your first child together. Congratulations I know you two will be the best parents a kid could ask for. Are you far along?"

"No, just a few weeks. And thank you..."

Tom mumbled his thank you as well before the two of you were ushered off. Inside the safety of the building where everything was more relaxed you pulled yourself from his softened grip with pleading eyes.

"Tom, i was going to tell you. I've only known for a few weeks, there's still time and options. I don't know who told them, i swear it wasn't me - i was going to tell you tonight. I had this whole thing planned out, it's sitting on the bed at home I-"

His eyes were full of tears, and his hand was shaking gently as he touched your hand pulling you into him. He was warm, and safe and not at all angry. He let a few sobs rack his body before he kissed your head and pulled you out far enough that he could look at you - his eyes full of nothing but love and a few tears.

"Love, i'm not mad. I know they can be sneaky it's okay. You're really pregnant?" A nod and his eyes grow big. "How far along, do you know what it is yet?"

"Eight weeks, we won't know for a few more weeks what the gender is. The Nurse thinks it's a girl."

"Whatever this baby is, now, or in the future, i will love them with all of my heart."

"I can't believe they ruined the surprise. Now everything at home is ruined!"

Tom wiped a single tear from your cheek, "i'll just pretend i don't know when we get home yeah?"

"Oh you don't-"

"No, no, i will. I want to see the surprise, and for you to be happy about how i found out."

"I love you Tom."

"I love you too my Darling."

𝟐𝟎 𝐖𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐕𝐒 𝟏 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

summary: Harry never thought he would fall in love during a youtube video his friends had him do.

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harry lewis x fem!reader

word count: 1.2K

please this is actual shit i’m sorry :(

don’t steal any of my work, thanks!

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𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐀𝐖𝐊𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐋𝐘 in the middle of the setup, bright white lights practically blinding him. Downing his beer in his hands, he attempted to calm his nerves in preparation for this video.

He could hear his friends laughing into his earphone, a muffled voice of JJ saying “Harry, chill! Yo, Harry chill out man!”

Throwing down the beer can, Harry groaned in frustration and nerves. “This is the worst day of my life, like- like honestly, I don’t want to be here.” “I would pay all I have in my account to not be here right now, but I’m here.” His chest rose and fell into a loud cry of all the emotions he had kept in to until now.

Hearing his friends laugh at his antics hardly helped to boost his confidence for the video, but he knew it was going to be a big hit. I mean, talking to a few attractive girls, what’s the worst that could happen?

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You walked onto the set, now feeling slightly suffocated by the amount of white lighting they had included for the backgrounds.

Harry turned his gaze to you, not expecting such a beauty to walk in. His mouth fell agape for what he believed to be less than a second, but turned out not to be as he could hear the people behind the cameras and his friends laughing hysterically at him.

The closer you walked towards him, the lower his gaze got. The side camera got a clear shot of him checking you out not so subtly, Harry quickly looking away as he knew how much shit he would get for it later.

You smiled sweetly at him, knowing your instructions of not revealing any information about yourself for now. You couldn’t lie, he was gorgeous. Now feeling an intense amount of stress of being rejected by this handsome man, that would just be humiliating.

Harry’s heart practically burst when you smiled at him. If this was a cartoon, his character would definitely have huge heart eyes right now.

He gulped and without any hesitation, he spoke nervously “Yes”. You let out a sigh of relief as he said that one three letter word. Giving him an awkward thumbs up, you said a quick goodbye beginning to walk off.

“Only if, If only you, I mean you don’t? Fuck!” He yelled out at the end after attempting to fix his mistake which wasn’t even a mistake, stumbling over his words infront of you.

“Harry!” Ethan yelled into his ear piece, howling at the nervous wreck on the screen. Harry completely crumbled to the floor, letting out a cry of embarrassment.

Not only has he embarrassed himself already infront of the public, but the pretty girl he had just seen.

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Wiping your sweaty hands on your jeans, you walked as slow as possible to the ‘destine to be awkward’ room.

Waddling over to the place you dreaded most, you tried to come up with any conversation starter, or any awkward silence fillers, literally anything rather to suffer this labelled worst date ever.

Harry knew it was you next, he had been waiting for this one the entire video since he last saw you. And when you decided to stay with the other 8 women, the boys had never seen Harry happier.

Realising the point of the video, Harry panicked and alerted the boys. “Boys, boys, please!”

“What?” He heard the voice of Vik speak questionably into the microphone.

“Please, please! I swear if you fucking dare!” Harry growled comedically into the earpiece.

“Oh shit! It’s the one he likes next!” He heard Ethan yell, the sound on stomped was heard immediately after, assuming they had all jumped up and down in amusement when they realised they could make this man’s life hell.

Seeing your figure enter the room made all his friends laughs seen muffled to him, it was as if someone pressed play on George Michael’s ‘Careless Whisper’ as he watched you walk his way.

Wait, no. JJ was actually playing ‘Careless Whisper’ through the microphone to Harry’s earpiece.

You leaned over to Harry, shaking his hand firmly as eye contact act wasn’t broken. “I’m Y/N” You greeted.

“Hi” Harry sighed out, tilting his head at you, completely mesmerised by your beauty. He could hear the sidemen laughing at the lovesick man but Harry actively decided to ignore them, making them laugh even harder.

You smiled at his face full of adoration as his gaze was fixated on you, “You’re Harry right?” You questioned, starting a conversation with the pretty man opposite you.

Harry’s cheeks stained a rosy blush at the way you said his name making a soft smile fall onto his face. “Yeah, yeah that’s me!”

“So what do you do?” He questioned you as if you two were on a real date, he felt easy with you, like words just fell out his mouth before he had time to protest.

As you two had a genuine conversation with flirty remakes hidden in there, JJ wouldn’t not stop pestering Harry to scratch his ass in the middle of a conversation. Each and everytime Harry ignored it.

“Scratch your fucking ass Harry!” JJ screamed into the microphone making Harry flinch in his seat.

Noticing this, you asked “Are you okay?” He nodded convincingly but pointed to something behind you, “What? What’s that?”

You turned around looking for what Harry had seen. While you turned, Harry ripped his earpiece out and threw it behind him just in time for you turning back. The hysterics the sidemen were in were unbelievable.

Harry just smiled when you asked what he actually saw and continued on with what would be one of many dates to come in the future.

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harry being in love with Y/N is all i need haha

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BRO Y/N’S FIT MAN

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Harry ain’t slick with Y/N

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fuck harry i want Y/N

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OH THEY ARE 100% GUNNA GET TOGETHER HAFSHBIR

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the heart eyes for Y/N man cute

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Oh, Baby | Peter Parker Series

                                             M A S T E R L I S T

S U M M A R Y : Sixteen year old Y/N L/N and Peter Parker were just a couple of teens who fell in love–slowly and gradually. After a night of passion, trust, and love, the pair were left with sudden news. Their friends and families are left astonished and it is no secret they are expected to face many troubles on their journey. How much could a couple of kids really handle on their own? 

D I S C L A I M E R : Hello, readers. Thank you for joining me on this journey! I would just like to clarify some things to you all so no one is offended or misguided in my attempt here. This will be a complete PG13 rated series. There will be some sexual innuendos and/or commentary, but that is strictly for a mature audience. If I decided to bring any 18+ rated features, you will be warned. Please be aware that I will not be writing any smut, especially considering the main characters are underage. I and many other people in the fandom can all attest, that is disgusting and uncomfortable to write/read about considering I am over the age of 18. (I am 20). I would also like to clarify that this series is in no way fantasying the idea of teen pregnancy. But, I am a realist and would like to create something maybe a few of you could relate to and learn from. I, for one, am a biproduct of teen pregnancy. Meaning, my parents had me at the age of 16 and 17. I like to believe that I have some insight, considering my mother and I have a very good relationship whereas she shared many of her own stories with me to educate me on the topic. For my young readers: Take this story as a lesson, not a goal or plan of your own. I believe in doing whatever you please with your own body, but I also believe in making sure kids stay kids for as long as possible! Please, please, please: USE PROTECTION IF YOU PARTICPATE IN ANY SEXUAL ACTIVITY. 

                             i f   y o u   w i s h   t o   c o n t i n u e …

P R O L O G U E : The Beginning of Our Story

C H A P T E R 1 : D E S T I N E D

C H A P T E R 2 : Y O U ‘ R E I T F O R M E

C H A P T E R 3 : I H A V E N E W S

C H A P T E R 4 : I ‘ M A M O T H E R

C H A P T E R 5 :

The Right Path

word count: 2,548

characters: prince!mitch x princess!reader

summary: being a princess and having to marry your ex-best friend and now (slight) enemy was not what you had in mind for the future, but this event does reveal some truths between you guys.

notes: this is my fic/imagine for Mitchtober, hosted by the talented @writingsbychlo! It’s also the first written work I’ve ever posted on tumblr, so I hope it’s alright! :)

Also, a special thanks to the lovely @meistilinski! She helped me write this piece and she’s just super talented and amazing! <3

warnings: a sprinkle of angst (I guess?), a few curse words.

Walking around in the royal garden was normally the favorite part of your day, but at this moment it was absolutely not. Because while your parents were discussing the terms of your arranged marriage with the parents of your enemy and soon-to-be husband, you were stuck with him. Mitch. 

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